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pine

Day after day, night after night, the lonely tall pine embraces her many lodgers in her stiff outstretched arms. And in every nook and cranny they forage, hunt and horde before the coming winter. And in return they flinging their refuse to the soft earth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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